Part 2 of More to The Story. It's about a family that are the key-holders and Gatekeepers between our world/Wizarding World and Middle Earth. Adventure, friendships, and love. Part 2 picks up at the beginning of Desolation of Smaug, with a stronger Harry Potter influence. This helps tie the books together. OC's and real characters.
Witches and cousins, Jordan Drake and Karah Paisley, continue traveling with the company of Thorin Oakenshied in the hopes of arriving safely to LakeTown; where what is left of their family is waiting for them. Their grandparents are the Gatekeepers between Middle Earth and the Wizard/Muggle world. It has been their family's duty to ensure the safety of the doors and keep them hidden from the Dark Lords and their evil magic. But they have all been betrayed and the Dark Lords of the worlds seek to rule over all…
I do not own anything from the Hobbit or Harry Potter; only the OC's and their story. All Harry Potter/Hobbit references and characters belong to J.K. Rowling, J. R. R. Tolkien, and Peter Jackson.
The house sat back off the road at least fifty yards. It was ordinary looking with a lovely yard with flowers and bright green grass. It had two levels above the ground and an unfinished basement. The siding was blue with white shutters and a white door to compliment. The large fireplace was definitely a selling point for them. All that was missing from the picture perfect American muggle home was a white picket fence. Not that it was needed. It was barely visible because all of the trees and landscaping to block the sound of traffic from the road. The family needed and desired some privacy from wandering eyes. But should they wish to have guests, it was not overly difficult to locate. The beautiful landscaping did not just block the sights and sound from the road, it also concealed the magic that would sometimes escape from the windows, doors, and fireplace.
A tall, pale, bald man dressed in charcoal robes appeared with a loud echoing crack on the doorstep. He pressed the doorbell and listened to the music summon the current inhabitants. For a man, if you could still call him a man, who is legendary for being so horrible that no one dared speak his name, seeing him bob his head to the jingle was amazingly comical. The sound of shuffling footsteps from inside paused his movements and regain his tranquil terrifying composure.
The door swung open and the apprentice, Septimus, was also wearing in dark robes stood there to greet the unexpected guest. Any muggle would think that both men at the door were dressed very odd. But the man who answered the door was different, foreign, other worldly perhaps. He was of average height, with shoulder length light brown hair. One of his eyes was complete white and blind, the other icy blue. His face was nearly always frowning. He appeared to be ready to tell the intruder off, but his good eye immediately went wide and he looked straight to the floor. He stepped aside, bowing as he allowed the guest to come inside.
"Please come in, my lord." Septimus checked for more people before hurriedly shutting the door and locking it.
The living room was decorated with tastefully neutral comfy furniture, but many colored pillows and an area rug to compliment. Family photos, both wizard and muggle, hung on the walls. There was a large wood piano against the wall next to the fire place. A bookshelf that was nearly full. And a large flat box against another wall with a bunch of cords coming out of it. It would have looked completely normal, if only they had taken the time to ensure all of the blood was cleaned from the surfaces.
"May I bring you a refreshment, my lord?"
"No. I wish to speak with Milhauke right away." Voldemort surveyed the living room trying to decide where to sit.
"Yes, my lord. I will inform Master Milhauke that you are here." Septimus scurried deeper into the house.
It did not take but a moment for Milhauke to enter the living room behind the guest. Milhauke had long hair, half black and half gray, with small dark brown narrowed eyes. His features were perfectly chiseled and clean shaved with strong expression lines and wrinkles from age. He wore a cardinal tunic that was belted around his waist with brown trousers. His stolen wand safely secured in one of his boots.
"Welcome, my lord." Milhauke bowed. "What an unexpected surprise. It's an honor to have you here."
"Yes it is." Voldemort turned around gracefully and his charming smile almost humanized his snake-like features. "Yet, I sense my presents is unwelcome."
"Never unwelcome, my lord. Only stunned that you came all this way. Normally I humbly travel to you." Milhauke was able to smoothly talk his way out of the trap.
Voldemort scrutinized the Middle Earth wizard before choosing to move on. "I have never been to the States before."
"Would you like to see the garden?" Milhauke offered to escort the way. "The gatekeeper and her husband surprisingly maintained the yard in a lovely-,"
"No," Voldemort sat down on the loveseat and immediately changed to the cushioned high back chair. "I came here for a purpose, Milhauke."
"Oh?" Milhauke sat down the next chair with a small end table between them. He nodded to Septimus to serve fire whisky.
"My death eaters and I had been chasing Potter. We just missed him as he traveled to a safe house. But now I have control of the Ministry and he has no where to hide. Is your legion ready?"
"My source is on her way to the Lonely Mountain as we speak. She will enter the mountain, get the book, and return it to me."
"Who is your source? How do you know for certain that she will return?"
"When I killed the gatekeeper and her husband, the daughter Jordan came home. I cursed her as a child and she is bound to me until I remove it or it's broken. She is the one doing my bidding. As extra insurance for her return, I have someone of great value to her in my care. I promised her brother, alive, in exchange for the book."
"You used a curse that can be broken?" Voldemort voice calmly rose.
Milhauke smiled. "All records of my magic have been long forgotten or destroyed. It is nearly impossible to stuy. My curse was effectively simple. Not to mention it has marked her as my drudge. Only my allies can see the markings, unless I reveal it. It will keep her protected until she returns. The book will be of great value to you in enhancing your power. No creature will be able to stand against you."
"I believe you, Milhauke. The time is drawing near that my forces will prove their loyalty to me. When I face the Potter boy, I want everyone to know of my strength and power as I kill him. The prophecy will be fulfilled. Soon, I will have control over all Ministries and I will expand to Middle Earth next."
"I only wish to caution you, my lord. It will not be so easy to take over Middle Earth." Milhauke explained. "There is the Necromancer to deal with, and the elf kingdoms will be extensive force to take down; as well as the White Council, and the Istari. The dwarves should not be much of a concern since they will keep to themselves. They will fall without too much difficulty. You will have to aid of the Orcs and goblins, but if you are able to persuade the kingdoms of men to join you, your upstart will be much more simple. Men are so easily manipulated." Milhauke spoke confidently now. This information was valuable and sweet sounding.
Voldemort sat more comfortably in his chair, thinking over all he had learned. "When will your drudge return?"
"I am expecting her soon. I gave her a time limit and it is nearly up."
"And what will you do if she does not return?"
Milhauke smiled. "I will use your lessons you taught me. I have already done it once and we had a nice little chat. I think it is time for me to revisit her mind and remind her that her time is running out."
"That would be a wise decision, Milhauke. I feel, however, that I need to be clear in my demands." Voldemort stood up, caressing his wand with his long finger. "I will call upon you very soon for your forces to do my bidding and enforce the new rule. I expect you to be ready. If you are not able to deliver what you have promised, you will have wished that you stayed hidden in Middle Earth, and praying for death."
Milhauke also stood from his chair, humbly keeping his head lowered. "You have nothing to fear from me, my lord. Even if she is not here on time, I will still be by your side."
"You'd better." Voldemort warned before he apparated from the house with a loud crack.
The tension in the room dissolved into fear. Milhauke needed that book. He needed it if he wanted Voldemorts help in defeating the Necromancer, also known to a few as Sauron. Then he would aid him in taking over Middle Earth. When he had complete control, Milhauke would kill him, and have control of both worlds. He had many obstacles to over come. And that is all he saw them as, obstacles. Except the Gatekeepers, he old friend Ruben and his wife, Pricilla. They were his personal priority to take down. He wanted to kill the whole family, saving Ruben for last, and slowly. He would suffer in every way possible. Oh yes, he would suffer.
Septimus interrupted his thoughts. He was careful with his presence and words, knowing how temperamental his master was after speaking with the Dark Lord. This time was no different. The visit had not been terrible, just unexpected. "Sire? Is there anything I can do for you?" He dared to ask.
"No," Milhauke answered. "I am lost in thought as I decide where to go from here. I need that book. And I need it now. I think I need to send a message to my delivery girl." The old wizard walked to a door that lead to the basement. "I believe she needs a reminder of her task."
Magically unlocking the door, both Milhauke and Septimus stood before the battered and thinning young man changed to the wall. He was sitting against the cold stone and refused to look up at his captors. His face was hidden by dark short stubble. His clothes were dirty and starting to become too big for his once muscular body.
"Hello, Blair." Milhauke greeted. The young man did not reply so he continued. "I bet your sister is worried about you. I was just about to check in with her to see how she is dong. Would you like to see her?" He did not wait for a reply as he closed his eyes concentrating and breathing calmly. Focusing on his magic, he used the curse and made the connection, calling out, "Jordan?"